If the Heavenly Dao Molting Ball escaped the seal, it would be serious.
Not only would Song Shuhang's body be smashed into pieces, but the world would also be destroyed and cast into the abyss if he wasn't careful.
'I have to confirm this with Senior White Two and see if the Heaven's Will Liquid Metal Ball has really escaped from the seal.' Song Shuhang thought to himself.
"What's wrong? Why are you suddenly so nervous?" At that moment, the stone stele at his waist sent a puzzled voice transmission.
Fellow Daoist Stone Tablet, Pavilion Master Chu, Lady Onion, Su Clan's Sixteen, Soft Feather, Little White Dragon, and the Tribulation Transcenders of the scholarly faction were all looking at him.
Even if Song Shuhang was wearing a mask to cover his small face, his body language gave his emotions away.
He was like a barrage of comments unable to hide any secrets.
